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snowblindrpg2016-12-19 10:59 pm
theurgy) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-12-19 10:59 pm
[log] pretty pretty princesses [closed]
Characters: Cassel and Adelina
Location: Building 145
Date: Day 190
Summary: Two teenagers try very hard not to freeze to death.
Warnings: Will edit as necessary!
[Cassel finally makes it to the storage unit minutes before lockdown. It doesn't take long to slip from the grocery store to the little building beside it, but by the time he does, he's already shivering violently. He's wearing a leather jacket and gloves more suited for fall than for winter, and while they cut the wind a bit, it feels like the chill has seeped down into his bones. He isn't used to cold like this, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that his heart sinks when he sees where they'll be spending the night—a bare concrete floor and an empty, echoing room.
Cassel closes the door behind him and hears the lock engage a moment later, then drops his pack to the ground. He already looks a little ridiculous—there's a pink leopard print cutting cape wrapped around his throat like a scarf, and he's wearing sneakers that certainly weren't made for traipsing around in the snow and the ice. At least he has fresh food.]
Location: Building 145
Date: Day 190
Summary: Two teenagers try very hard not to freeze to death.
Warnings: Will edit as necessary!
[Cassel finally makes it to the storage unit minutes before lockdown. It doesn't take long to slip from the grocery store to the little building beside it, but by the time he does, he's already shivering violently. He's wearing a leather jacket and gloves more suited for fall than for winter, and while they cut the wind a bit, it feels like the chill has seeped down into his bones. He isn't used to cold like this, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that his heart sinks when he sees where they'll be spending the night—a bare concrete floor and an empty, echoing room.
Cassel closes the door behind him and hears the lock engage a moment later, then drops his pack to the ground. He already looks a little ridiculous—there's a pink leopard print cutting cape wrapped around his throat like a scarf, and he's wearing sneakers that certainly weren't made for traipsing around in the snow and the ice. At least he has fresh food.]
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[Once he takes what she's offering him, at least. Despite what people have told her, she still feels fairly confident that she can handle herself with what she has - she isn't certain about him.]
If I were you, I wouldn't refuse additional means to protect yourself in case it becomes necessary.
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Alright, alright, fine. Twist my arm.
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[She says, but there's a smile in return once he's taken the weapon from her.]
It's certainly no replacement for a sword, and I hope neither of us will have cause to use it at any point soon, but all the same.
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I'd definitely find a way to cut my own head off if you gave me a sword. Knives are perfect.
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I imagine that would be more difficult than you might assume. You'd have to be swinging it very hard, after all, and in the incorrect direction.
[Because he definitely meant that literally? Totally.]
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Yeah, maybe it would be easier than I think. You swing it like a club, right?
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Like a club? No - not at all!
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No, definitely like a club. What else would you do with it?
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It's much different than a club. You have to wield it like it's a natural extension of your arm, as if it's a part of you.
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Are you a knight or something?
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Well... Soldier is a more accurate term. You aren't a knight until you're more accomplished.
[Predictably, all of the teasing has flown over her head.]
What about you? What did you do in your home?
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I'm just a high school student. That's not nearly as cool, but I've got the dorkiest blazer in existence at home.
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[But from her tone, it's pretty clear she's curious. If she notices his raised eyebrow, she doesn't bring it up.]
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Where I'm from you have to go to school until you're eighteen, and the last four years are called high school. A blazer is a jacket, and dorkiest means you'd be embarrassed for me if I wore it in front of you.
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[It's said with some skepticism. While things like the communicators and other technology are met with fascination, this is the first real moment of culture shock she's come up against.]
Then... The garment you're speaking of isn't particularly fashionable.
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[He says this with a completely straight face, as though it's the most important thing in the world.]
Do all soldiers wear fancy dresses where you're from?
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[She shakes her head.]
No, this was for my coronation. It's a shame I wasn't on the battlefield when I was brought here, I might have had more appropriate clothing in that case...
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Coronation. Coronation for what?
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I will tell you once you explain calculus to me.
[Priorities.]
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I thought the one upside to freezing to death was not having to think about homework.
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[The hole grows ever deeper.]
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Schoolwork that you have to finish outside of class.
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[Strange or not, she seems interested in hearing more about it. It's such a foreign concept to her.]
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[Cassel just somehow conned his way into a super nice one.]
They give you work to finish between classes, which everyone hates.
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[A small frown.]
Why would you hate the opportunity to learn more?
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